A person looks like the love of your life in white light;
The light is always cascading, revealing that which may be an angel;
Yet does it depends on the angle and the glass that conceals the room;
Did angel powers cause the gravitational tug on my heart;
Then again, all the mythology I've come across has served me no use;
Powerless. Thoughtless. Pointless. Unless;
Unless.
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The Confessions of a 90's Kid
Poesie"Words are weapons: for warriors, for war heroes, for worrying teenagers and therefore for me."
